Wolfy: Okay, so this is my second story. For those of you who have read my Naruto fanatic, Akatsu-kits, I would like to thank you for following me. ^-^

Ryuu: Am I going to be in this one, too?

Wolfe: Not unless you have romantic interest in chicken, and/or bears...

Ryuu: (walks out with a blank face) FTS I'm out...

Wolfe: Coward!

Natasha stood stoically outside the doorway of the rundown pizzeria. Even from outside the walls, she could hear the loud, boisterous laughter of countless children, and feel the oppression of the exhausted adults.

With a slow, balanced breath, she pushed open the door, her feet almost immediately getting stuck to the tiles below her. The walls were covered randomly with pictures drawn of the animatronics, and characters around the place.

With a smooth gait only a practiced dancer could posses, the teen brushed a stray lock of pitch black hair from her face, gliding through the doorless halls in a bubble of silence. She had an agenda to meet. If she missed out on a special episode of 'Ghost Whisperer' because of this man's inability to give her a good deal, she was out.

"You made it!" An older man exclaimed, rising from his office desk with a clatter to shake her hand. His enthusiasm masked anxiety, and it was written all over his face, though she decided to remain oblivious, assuming it was because he was surrounded eighteen hours a day by small demons. She loved kids, don't get her wrong, she just preffered them in small doses, like one would have sweets or smoke pot.. but that's not the point of this...

"Denying a perfect job offer would have been foolish," she gave him a slight glare, "Too perfect to be true, even.." She'd be lying if she said she trusted him. She was technically a minor after all. She didn't care about the obvious history of the place, it was the sugar-sweet details she was zeroing in on. Something was up, though he didn't seem in any way going to let her know just what.

"Yes," the man smiled, it was a stressed smile, as he handed over the required documents, "Just sign these and you are officially a member of the Frazzbear's team.." He noticed he dark glare a moment later, silently thanking the gods she had applied for a position off-work hours. Not only did the paperwork signify her position of nightguard, but she would be part-mechanic in her nightly escapades around the place. He laughed quietly, scratching the back of his neck in apology, "Forgive me if the position seems sudden, but no one seems to want to apply anymore.." a sad smile touched his face, seeing her dark look turn sympathedic, "I'm having hard enough time keeping my present workers here.."

Natasha nodded in understanding, her eyes raking the cotract word for word, slightly surprised at the blunt mention of death. Would they seriously not take responsibility for their actions until ninety days after? Well, whatever, it was just a rumor, anyway.. the kid that got bit in the first place was the dumbness to screw up the wiring on Foxy... She'd just have to fix that...

"Congradulations," he smiled, more relaxed now, but not by much, "When are you able to start?"

"Twenty minutes early isn't bad, right?" The raven questioned herself quietly, entering the pizzeria for the second time in six hours. This time, however, her hair was pinned back, held in a French braid down the back of her head, a blue security cap sitting comfortably atop her head. She wore a white tank top, with a tight-fitting light blue button up. Her pants were simple black slacks, her shoes tiny polished black standard Roy's. Unzipping her jacket, she waved ardently as several of the last struggling employees hustled out, some looked tired to the point of erratic twitching.

She could almost have mistaken it for fear...

She hung her jacket over the back of her new desk chair, setting her toolbox onto the wood with a tired thunk.

"Thank kami-sama that I'm insomniacs," she mumbled to herself, flinching when a loud, obnoxious ring came to the phone holder. Weirdly enough, though.. there wasn't a phone..

"Uh- Hello..?" Natasha tried opening her mouth to speak, but the flashing light on the machine alert her that it was just a recording.

"Uh-.. Yeah-.. I was actually the one to have this job before you.. I'll be finishing my term up by this week so.. Why don't I give you some advice..?"

"Oh fuck..."

Wolfy: How was it? I can't really do anything if I don't get feedback... I'd like to know that I'm writing for a purpose..

Foxy: Aye, the lass has a point...

Wolfy: 0_0 -_- 0_0

Foxy: What..?

Wolfe: (slowly turns back to laptop) Do I want to know how you got here..?

Foxy: ...